"When did you wake up from all his bullshits?" I sipped on my vodka before answering.
"When I stopped believing that the moon was following me." I saw confusion in her eyes. I chuckled.
"Because you know believing in the thought that he really do love me is like letting yourself be fooled by the foolish thought that the moon is following you." Tears started forming so I distracted myself by drinking my vodka.
"So when I stopped believing to that, I also stopped allowing myself to be fooled with his love that is just pure illusion. That's when I woke up."
